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***LONDON GIRL - by Shane MacGowan from the EP "Poguetry In Motion" London Girl - as performed by The Pogues F E--------1------------1------------1-----5-3-------| B--1-3-1---3-1--1-3-1---3-1--1-3-1---3-1-----6-3---| G--------------------------------------------------| D--------------------------------------------------| A--------------------------------------------------| E--------------------------------------------------|
The deGmvil moon took me thrBbough the alley Down by the KarFdomah and the Centrale To theGm Mews running througBbh the backstreets Where Fthe Blacks sold fire aCnd sleep The deGmvil moon took me outBb of Soho Up to FCamden where the cold north winds blow SuckedGm along by a winter sBbhower To staFnd beside your shiningC tower
This cBbould be our finCal daFnce Bb F Bb This cBbould be our verCy last chaFnce Bb F Bb Just the soBbund of your voice WheGmrever I may be changeBbs everything And then the woCrld's right with me YouF're my LoBbndon gFirl TheBb way that you wFalk YouBb're my london gFirl TheBb way that you tFalk YouBb're my london gFirl Just tBbhe sound of yourC voice And I Bbain't got no chFoice Bb F Bb
The light was goinbg out, the moon was dying The night was turning to a fine Spring morning The dogs were barking and the kids were shouting The sun was splashing in a crystal fountain When the cold winds come to find you Blowing down from the top of the high rise I'll come and take you back down to Soho Away from all those mad men's eyes This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance And if you cut me Don't you think I feel Is this body made of clay Is this heart made of steel You're my London girl The way that you walk You're my London girl The way that you talk Just the sound of your voice I ain't got no choice F-Bb-F-Bb-F-Bb-F-Bb Gm Bb---| x2 F-----------------------------|Bb-F-Bb-F-Bb-F-Bb Bb Gm Bb C This could be our final dance This could be our very last chance And if you cut me Don't you think I feel Is this body made of clay Is this heart made of steel You're my London girl The way that you walk You're my London girl The way that you talk Just the sound of your voice I ain't got no choice